Le 8e Ciel - Philipsburg

It was a beautiful place with french chief and a very friendly staff. It is now too late, it is closed.

The only restaurant in the area. The waitresses were very polite, our dishes were to our taste and the prices reasonable

We sat on the terrace for lunch and the view was great...we had a sweet bilingual waitress who recommended what to choose ...the ravioli and the salmon were really good...we found that the wine was way overpriced for a half liter of house wine...it was a very enjoyable place to have lunch....

Food is good & reasonably priced at lunch, but high priced at supper. Appetizers are excellent and ample. Most notable are escargots prepared several ways, or calamari. Lake Champlain view is good from the deck, on warm days, but is not directly on the water. Seats are not as comfortable as restaurant seating. Service is spotty. Some waitresses are excellent while others appear clueless, slow; & delivering wrong orders, giggling about it & asking what the customer wishes done with it. We call to check if good servers are scheduled. Wine is high priced either by the glass or bottle (markup 2.3 x SAQ for our choice there). It can be a very enjoyable & relaxing afternoon lunch spot when all goes well with service & weather.

Are there any flies in heaven?Stopped here for the first time in early August 2013 for lunch with friends. Sat on the terrace with half a new roof that was ineptly assembled by the looks of things. Maybe it is not finished – hope they do add a few supports and paint to the thing. The plastic chairs do not encourage prolonged exchanges and lingering retirees. There were a few tables at lane/pier level; both offer a decent view of Bay Missisquoi.As for the food, well the entrées of shrimp, escargot and terrine were fine according to my cohorts. The most expensive plate on the slate board, carried from table to table by a very charming server, was the veal bavette at 23$. She agreed with our choice and three of us went down that route. It was served with a nice sauce, fancy fries and an el dente assortment of veggies. Our lone friend had the pintade sausage and enjoyed his meal, he gleefully said. The rest of us were unpleasantly surprised to hit pieces of bavette that would not rip apart easily, as they should. Upon closer inspection, we came to the conclusion that this calf escaped his pasture and returned only later to the butcher block. The red wine was decent and sustained the alleged, long in the tooth, veal. Deserts were the typical good sweet stuff – nothing special. A lot of people were ordering the mussels and fries – I guess they were the regulars.Complaints to our server were transmitted to the chef, but he never showed up – she simply said he was sorry but works with the meat at hand. I guess he knew we had been taken for a ride in an oxen cart and figured these four fellas will not return anyway. Mistake – two of my crew are from the area and will return for the mussels. Unless, and this is the ball-breaker. The flies. There were more flies around us, in our glasses and on our food then you can shake a cow’s tail at. We’re talking mucho houseflies here, persistent little pests that just kept on coming, throughout our lunch. It came to the point that we had to cover our wine glasses with napkins and continually swat with our free hand to keep them off the food. They were persistent beyond what I have ever seen on an outdoor terrace. We got around to joking about the fly episode in Breaking Bad, coveting a professor White character that would hook up a dozen flycatcher ribbons to the rafters. Nobody offered to dock a few dineros off the 50$ tabs. In résumé, this 8th heaven has a fly in the ointment. Kill the two-winged insects, rejuvenate the veal bavette and my scores would go up a few notches.